You liar! You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy. Where'd you get the coconuts? No, no. No, no. What makes you think she is a witch? A witch! A witch! Come on, you pansy!
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Man! I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. Sir! I have a plan, sir. I seek the finest and the bravest knights in the land to join me in my court at Camelot. We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot. And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off! No. Now, go away, or I shall taunt you a second time-a! Come, Patsy.
Well, when's your next round? Oh, certainly, sir. Oh, yeah. Oh. He says they've already got one! Who leaps out? You're using coconuts! The pond! Throw her into the pond! Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, to have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin! Here's one.
No, no. No, no. Then who is your lord? And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off... I think I'll go for a walk.